Chapter 1150 - 1149: Visitors from the Holy Land

The entire place was silent.

No one had anticipated that the final outcome would be like this. To everyone present, Xu Mingcheng wielded the power of three Celestial Immortals, coming down with unstoppable might. But ultimately, it was the 'Zhurong Pill' that changed the course of the battle.

All within a flash.

Shen Wuji, Li Suling, Ci Ming, these illustrious Celestial Immortals, all fell here without a trace.

"Now, do you yield?"

Ye Qingchen sat there, speaking casually.

Xu Mingcheng stood with a livid expression, unable to utter a word, fear gripping his heart. The enraged Pei Yuqian, akin to a Divine Demon, stood there, making him too afraid to move.

Ye Qingchen's calm words exploded in his ear like thunder.

"Sir, I was wrong!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Xu Mingcheng's knees buckled, and with a 'plop', he knelt down, banging his head repeatedly as he begged for mercy: "I was confused, blinded by greed... please spare me this time!"

"Spare you this time?" Ye Qingchen chuckled, "Earlier at the Luo Family, I spared you once, yet you returned with three Celestial Immortals to capture me! If I spare you again, who will it be next time?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Mingcheng's face turned pale, recalling the brutal deaths of the three Celestial Immortals, terrifying him beyond belief. He began kowtowing, pleading.

But Ye Qingchen wouldn't waste words on a small fry like this, casually waving his hand.

Suddenly.

Pei Yuqian, like a dragon in a firestorm, charged rapidly. Seeing this, Xu Mingcheng was filled with despair, realizing that if even the three Celestial Immortals perished, he didn't stand a chance.

"It's over!"

As Xu Mingcheng shut his eyes, accepting his fate as inevitable, the surrounding crowd shook their heads, doubting he could survive this calamity.

Then.

Suddenly, a voice came softly from the void:

"Sir, do not be angry!"

In the voice's midst, a hand seemed to reach out from the void, attempting to halt Pei Yuqian.

"Out of my way!"

Pei Yuqian bellowed angrily, his charge undeterred, growing even more fierce.

Yet the hand moved forward slowly, and with a seemingly nonchalant swipe, it surpassed, touching Pei Yuqian's chest in what seemed to be a slow motion, yet it was as fast as lightning.

"Boom!"

Like midday thunder.

In a deafening sound, Pei Yuqian, who had previously slain three Celestial Immortals with unstoppable might.

Appeared formidable and unbeatable to outsiders, but under this single palm strike, his body was thrown off balance, retreating backward. Each step cracked the ground, rocks and shards of ice spraying outward like Flying Locust Crossbow Arrows.

Continuing until he withdrew several hundred meters before his momentum stopped, and the flame armor on him flickered like a candle in the wind, seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment.

"Who is this?"

The Profound Ice Platform erupted in chaos.

Everyone had witnessed Pei Yuqian's ferocity, who had slain three Celestial Immortals under everyone's eyes, only to be knocked away by a mysterious figure, nearly destroying his Flame Armor!

Who could this extraordinary figure be?

"Who is he?"

In an instant.

The crowd was filled with gazes of shock, awe, frenzy, or fear looking ahead.

Even Ye Qingchen slightly raised his head, seemingly surprised.

They saw.

A large hand tore the space apart, and a sturdy man in a magnificent robe stepped out of the void. His imposing presence was far greater than Shen Wuji, Li Suling, and Ci Ming.

"Is it him?"

Someone exclaimed in shock from the crowd.

"You know him?"

Someone asked softly.

"It's Su Qiming from Su Sacred Land!" the person said in fear.

"Him?"

The crowd was startled and apprehensive.

If.

The previous trio, Shen Wuji, Ci Ming, and Li Suling were like tigers descending from the mountains. Then this figure was a Divine Dragon from the heavens, unmatched. Many furrowed their brows, wondering if the Sacred Land was going to intervene.

Fortunately, it was only one person.

There was still a chance!

However, as this thought arose, they saw Su Qiming appear and did not act against Ye Qingchen as everyone expected, rather he stood quietly to the side.

"What does this mean?"

"Is there someone else from the Sacred Land coming?"

The crowd was shaken.

They saw.

Another figure emerged from the void, a woman in a luxurious palace dress, sleeves flowing, extraordinarily beautiful. Her appearance triggered another wave of astonishment.

"Su Sacred Land, Su Yeran!"

She was another Celestial Immortal, known through her reputation but rarely seen. Seeing the faces of those who recognized her, it was evident that her status was higher than Su Qiming's.

After arriving, Su Yeran remained motionless, standing aside as if waiting for someone. Soon, more figures emerged from the void, revealing renowned Celestial Immortals.

"Su Haoxin! Su Qi'an! Su Pingfan! Su Tianyang!"

Initially.

Spectators had relaxed expressions, but as each Celestial Immortal from Su Sacred Land arrived, everyone's face grew increasingly tense. By the time the sixth Celestial Immortal appeared, their expressions changed.

"Six Celestial Immortals from the Sacred Land!"

Even Pei Yuqian was filled with despair: "What can we do now..."

Just one such as Su Qiming nearly shattered him with a single palm strike, but now with six present, he stood no chance even if he had three heads and six arms.

However.

Before everyone could recover from shock, a hunched, white-haired elder stepped from the void, landing nimbly on the Profound Ice Platform.

This step seemed casual, yet it stomped heavily upon everyone's hearts as if by an ancient Fierce God.

The previously six Celestial Immortals from the Su Clan all respectfully bowed their heads.

"Su Sacred Land Elder, Su Yanhao!"

Upon seeing this elder, even the proud, disdainful, arrogant Celestial Immortals from earlier silently changed their expression to one of terror, lowering their heads as their minds roiled:

'Why is he here?'

'Could it be...'

The crowd was immensely shaken, and suddenly realized something as Su Yanhao, having emerged last, slowly lifted his head, gazing directly at the young figure beneath the Crimson Mist Cauldron.

In that instant, the entire Profound Ice Platform plunged into silence.